My Father and belived friend
February 28, 2019
Wow how I miss my father always protecting me, always picking me up . My daddy was the first man i ever loved the first man who told me that I was beautiful. My father was always telling me that I was the strength of his "youth" so many places I look for him...for he always telling me and my brother that his life began when he had us. That no matter where he was we will always be with him.